you're still the one

I thought I was going to put it all behind
and join the monetary pursuit of the middle-class
but I was back there and felt the wind in my cropped hair
and the memory came flooding back as I held a cold beer in my hand
those days of perfect sunsets
of lying in the sands engaged in great drunken conversations
the perfect cure to life's crippling depression
It dawned on me that it was the only place that made perfect sense to me
My magical beach, would you wait for me?
In my heart I know I need nothing else but a little love, a little smoke and a little pick-me-up
All the talks about personal glory, money gained, money lost, status earned, reputation destroyed, they don't matter to me
I just want to watch the sun sets,
contended in the knowledge that I'm alive and I love and I am loved.